"Loki, will you promise to do something for me," Isis asked softly?
"Yes: anything your heart desires, my love," Loki vowed.
Isis turned in his arms and looked deep into his eyes. "Show me, Loki; show me your Jotun side."
Loki was shocked, especially when he considered what she had gone through at the hands of a Jotun.
"I think it is not wise," he protested, "and it is not safe…"
Isis silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Loki: you promised, and this is what I ask. I love you Loki, so let me love all of you, and not just half."
With a sigh of defeat Loki stepped back, away from his mate's body and bed, and willed the change. Isis watched as Loki's pale skin turned artic blue, his deep green eyes changed to crimson, and an interacting swirled pattern arose on his skin. The only thing that did not change was his hair; his raven locks still cascaded around his face and shoulders.
Isis breath stilled, and her eyes grew wide.
"Please, my love: do not fear me. I will harm you not," Loki softly said.
Isis looked deep into his eyes. "I fear you not, my love."
Isis slid off of the bed and stepped forward. She ran a curious hand over the raised pattern on his skin, and Loki shuddered.
"Beautiful," she murmured.
Loki took her hand in his as he shifted back to his Aesir form.
"A little uncomfortable," he admitted. "I am not so used to being touched in that form."
"Shhhh, Silver Tongue," Isis chided him. She kissed him deep and pulled him close. "You talk too much," she breathed into his mouth.
Loki wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her back. Isis let out a soft moan, spurring him on. He slowly undressed her, kissing and nipping her skin as he uncovered it, working his way down her body. Their passion growing, Loki looked up into her eyes, hesitating. Isis nodded once, and he gently scooped her into his arms and returned her to the bed.
Loki began to kiss her body again. He started with the tender skin of her neck, nibbled down her torso, and worked his way down to her womanhood. Isis squirms as the soft kiss tickled her skin. She gasped as his tongue softly teased small circles around the small bundle of nerves. Feeling her desire grow hotter, Isis reached down and took his face in her hands.
Loki glanced at Isis' face: lust filled her beautiful eyes. Desire, and not fear. She took his lips in such a hunger-filled kiss that Loki could not help but moan. He grabbed her hips tightly, shifting their bodies and pulling her closer to him, and with a flash of light his clothes vanished. The hunger of their shared passion growing, Loki pushed Isis back on the bed without breaking the kiss. Isis wrapped her arms around Loki's neck, as if to pull him closer to her still. They finally broke the kiss for much-needed air, and Isis looked Loki in the eyes.
"Please my love," she panted, "show me your passion."
Loki nodded and placed himself at the entrance to her womanhood.
"This may hurt," he cautioned. "I do not want you to be unaware. We do not know how complete your healing was."
"I had not thought of that," she admitted, biting her lip.
"I shall go…slow," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "Tell me if you need me to stop, and I shall."
Isis nodded her head slowly.
Loki pushed slowly towards her hot core, easing in so as not to cause her too much pain. He stopped when he felt the barrier stretch.
He looked at Isis.
"Are you well, my love?"
She nodded once again, and he began moving slowly. He worked in small circles, teasing her, until she groaned with frustration.
"Loki," she begged one final time.
Loki thrust deeper, and she gasped in pain as he broke through the thin barrier.
When he was buried deep in her core he stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to his size.
"Are you well?"
"Yes," she gasped, dropping her head back onto the pillow. "Oh, yes!" She moaned in pleasure as he continued.
The heat between them grew, and Isis could not hold back her sounds of pleasure. As she moaned Loki felt her inner muscle tighten around him, and he gasped in pleasure. He sensed that she approached her peak, and started to move faster and deeper within her. As the pulse of her orgasm grew Isis dug her nails deep into Loki's shoulder. Loki moaned as pain and pleasure became one.
Isis reached the summit of her passion and fell over, losing all control. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed, and as she screamed out her orgasm she saw stars.
Loki was not far behind her; he yelled as he coated her womanhood with his seed. Loki lowered himself as he relaxed, coming down from the excitement of his climax, but keeping his weight on his own arms so as not to crush her.
Panting with his exertion, Loki looked at Isis' exhausted face.
"Isis, are you well, my Ladylove," he asked, concerned?
Isis smiled up at him.
"Yes, my love, I am quite well," she murmured.
She wrapped her arms around him, and with a quick shift of her body she flipped them over, with him still deep inside her womanhood. Isis smiled down at the shocked look on his face as she started gyrating on top of him.
"Creative little minx," he gasped.
The shocked look vanished, and was quickly replaced by a lecherous grin. Isis gasped as Loki hardened-again-inside of her. She rocked her hips and a moan slip passed Loki's lips. Loki grabbed her hips and rocked her harder and faster, and they both came to the peak of another mind-blowing orgasm.
Isis collapsed on top of Loki, finally descended from the height of their shared ecstasy. Loki pulled her into his arms and settled her at his side, until they lay, exhausted and spooned together in the middle of the bed. He buried his face into the silken mess that was her hair until his nose brushed her ear.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you, too," she murmured sleepily.
"I love you more," he teased.
She shifted a little so she could look at him out of the corner of her eyes.''
"Would you like to test that theory, Master of Mischief?" she taunted, but gave away her exhaustion by stretching.
Loki only smiled.
"Perhaps in an hour, beloved," he soothed, and cuddled her lovingly again.
At some point, they both fell into a blissful sleep.